The Faded Alibi
Chapter One Was it the weight of the debt that finally broke the silence, or merely the cold that seeped through the plaster of the old house on sixty-three of the Rope Walk? Hiroshi Yoshida stood before the Bureau Chief, the pension application form trembling in his hand, the paper slick with sweat and the faint, metallic taste of fear. He was thirty-two, an archivist whose hands were stained...
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